Unanimous

MINOR INJURY

Zayn. He had deliberately brought the girl here. After a few things that happened the last month. Zayn needs to talk. He walked towards some rows of pool chairs followed by Wiya from behind. Then sit in one of those chairs. Opening the black peci he was wearing and putting it beside him. Wiya sat down in front of him.

“Ehm, may I call you Qawiya?"

Wiya nodded in agreement to the policy just now. Cih, whereas the other day he asked Zayn to keep his distance by calling him no-na!

“What's the matter Sir?” Tanya Wiya was curious. Why did Zayn bring her here? What harm? He was just taking a photo.

“Why? You don't like me bringing you here? Feeling distracted? The difference? Want to blame me for breaking my promise not to disturb you?”

“Eh,eng-ok kok enggak“ Elak Wiya. Of course not. Honestly, I don't know why he's happy. If Zayn knew as long as Zayn tried not to disturb Wiya, as long as Zayn's self-image actually disturbed Wiya's mind and mind. No one, not the shadow is the same!

“I go home first, Papa is sick. And I have to go to the office there's important business. Later in the afternoon maybe I'll come again, just like the other kids."

Wiya nodded and smiled at the words. Does Zayn know Wiya is waiting for him to come again and again.

“Pak Haris is sick what, sir?“

“It has been a month his health is declining. Can't be explained for sure. Please pray.”

“Yes Mr. Zayn, you're home now. Maybe can rest a while”

“Wiya“

Call Zayn in a low tone

“I-iya”

Wiya answered with great difficulty as she trembled as Zayn called out to her while looking at her bead sharply.

“I'm tired of dodging. Can you forget all the mistakes I ever made?”

Wait wait, this is not the opening word before declaring love, right? Don't you?

“The more I avoid, you even more come, to my house, my room is, collect debt, make sure photos. You played with my effort. I am not you, the most good at being ordinary,” Zayn deliberately beheaded syllables in his last sentence.

Wiya was getting nervous and impatient waiting for the next sentence. Does it have to be this fast.

“Iya ma-af Pak“

“Zayn for you, call me Zayn!”

Wiya. Now he was ducking away from that look. Zayn's hand grabbed the palm of the hand that was on the table. Chilly. Why Wiya? Why is it so cold for his palm? Wiya did not pull back his hand which is now in Zayn's grasp.  Zayn clasped tightly.

“Look at me, Qawiya!” Her request.

Wiya raised her head. For the first time in front of a man he failed to hide his feelings. His cheeks are pink.

“I-iya Sir, I mean Yes Zayn. What's up?”

“Can starting today, we be friends? good friends, like you can be friends with Mitty, with Rifa, or with Ilham?”

At this time Wiya feels like standing on the lip of the pool and doing a beautiful jumping attraction and then drowning and no longer showing his face to the surface. He already showed an embarrassing expression in front of the person who only invited him to be friends. Oh God. What I expected. Why suddenly not know yourself gini Gusti!

Wiya pulled the grip of the hand that locked her arm.

“Why? You don't want to be friends with me?”

“I didn't say that. Emm. Okay I agree!”

Friends are not a bad thing.

Plis don't use the pinkie-link scene all this

“Oudah we friends.”

Zayn said that his little finger was about the size of Wiya's index finger. Wiya almost patted her eel because Zayn actually offered her a little friendship. With a heavy heart Wiya linked her pinkies as symbolic today they have become friends.

Add one of my lists.

After that Zayn came home, Wiya drove him to the elevator and Zayn asked him to return before his mother searched, and promised to come back later in the afternoon.

“Wiya," he said before the elevator opened.

“Hm,”

“You're getting pretty wearing this.”

Zayn gestured with his hand pointing towards the hijab and the scarf that Wiya was wearing. Success makes a pair of chubby cheeks it again reddish. Fortunately, the elevator opened, but Zayn saw a smile on his red lips.

“Makasih” He said before the elevator door closed perfectly.

***

The wedding reception has begun. The building is increasingly crowded filled with invited guests from various groups. Wiya greeted the guests he knew. It felt like he was so tired of waiting for Ilham and Rifa who would somehow arrive at what time. Mom and Dad were sitting on the couch with Mitty's dad.

Wiya sat in a row of VVIP chairs with her family and other close relatives. But Wiya actually looks foreign because the color of the dress is not the same as his family.

Wiya is really reluctant to change clothes that have been twinned with Zayn. But how surprised he was when he saw a group coming from the front wearing an outfit with the same color as himself, not unlike a compact contingent will do the show. They are the humans from the management of Omate Food.

Wim forgot one thing. The clothes she was using now were from the fabric that Mitty had given her. And Mitty gave it not only to himself but to everyone on the 3rd and 4th floors, not least Mr. Zayn.

Look at that Rifa and Ilham are also in the line of office people who are waiting for the buffet there and they also wear the same standard uniform that Wiya wears.

That means Rifa did not arrange for Zayn to wear a couple outfit with Wiya. Of course, because Rifa had absolutely no idea what Wiya would use today.

And what if Zayn saw this and realized that Wiya's attitude was sponsored by overconfidence?

Not enough to get there. Now Wiya again stunned to see Zayn who has come in accordance with his promise. Now he has even changed his clothes. But it is not clothes that are a problem but someone who stands beside Zayn. Although not hand in hand, but they are compact with a white batik couple bone .

Wiya crowded, making sure the woman is beautiful and tall as high as midi dress is not Nikki or Vhieya especially Bu Wulan. Her face is familiar as Wiya saw appearing in the ads of hit products on Instagram.

Not wrong again, Mr. Zayn went to court with Brigitta Dusk. A well-known selebgrammer and youtuber, and the only daughter of a bauxite mining entrepreneur in this flower country. Wiya had to admit in her heart, they were very worthy and if there was any chance Wiya would choose them as the best couple at this party. So harmonious.

Wiya's knees are limp. Wiya now feels she is a girl who is even willing not to change clothes that are worn just for the sake of being able to twin.

Wiya was thinking hard to escape from the party location right then and there. Later just think of the feeling that was destroyed formless first again.

Just now flowering even though only invited memenan aja. Right now for just a moment he had to shy away from this state of affairs, especially meeting Zayn back.

Wiya could not imagine herself with a lipstick that had been swept by oil after eating earlier, if faced with Brigitta. Let alone the appearance. From the number of followers, Wiya has already lost.

Than I thought the committee's sweep of the universe if standing in front of Brigitta.

Wiya took off her high heels to make her steps easier, exiting through the side door of the building to the hotel room on her behalf which was already on reservation for a place to rest. No one noticed Wiya's departure. Only Rifa and Ilham searched around and tried to contact Wiya many times but there was no answer.

Wiya threw herself on the white king-size mattress after removing her hijab. He drowned himself. Spilling resentment at his own stupidity. Why did his heart ache so much to see the scene earlier. Do you usually like to come along with the wound? It hasn't even started yet, but why does it feel so painful.

Who's the girl? I know it was Brigitta. But what does this have to do with Zayn? If nothing special then batik couple it? Damn again why they look so harmonious.

Did Mr Zayn rarely go to the office because they spent time together? Is Brigitta like this and so? All the questions about the girl popped up in Wiya's mind. And he realized how naive he had been all this time, how selfless he was to take heart in his own leadership.

Wasn't it when Zayn tried to approach her the other day that Wiya was upset half to death? why destiny is so happy to play around. Wiya did not like the coincidence that created the universe today.maybe this is just a small wound, yes a small wound that was exposed to the squeeze of lime. Grievous.

Until he did not realize he was asleep until the new mother would break the Ashar prayer came to the room to wake him.

　

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